“Widow? Who the fuck said I was dying?” he questioned.
His facial expression alone screamed how oblivious he was about him dying if he were to ever try to leave me.
“Me, nigga! What the fuck you think would happen if you ever try to leave me? Death, nigga! You know too much about me. You know too much of my secrets and my flaws. I’ll be damned if you laid up with the next bitch, pillow talking about me and telling that hoe all my business,” I told him then sat back in the seat and looked out of the window.
I had told this nigga shit that Shae didn’t even know about me. I’ve had bad ass diarrhea around this nigga, sometimes barely making it to the toilet on time. When I was pregnant and had frequent urination, I didn’t always make it to the bathroom on time, so this nigga has seen me piss myself. Toward the eighth month of my pregnancy, when I could hardly see my vagina while I showered, it was him who would have to come in and assist me. Hell no, his ass knew too much and had seen too fuckin’ much to ever even think about leaving me.
“Your ass is fuckin’ crazy, man. On some real shit,” he commented.
“Whatever. Tell me something that I don’t know,” I said and closed my eyes to block out the sun because my head was starting to hurt all of a sudden.
I wasn’t worried about no fuckin’ Kenyatta. Hopefully, this beat down that I’d just given her ass would have her jumping on the next thing smoking to Atlanta, where the fuck she belonged. Like Jabari said, why the fuck was she just now coming around when it’s been years since she and Jabari had even been in communication? I can tell you why. It was Jabari’s mama putting that battery in Kenyatta’s back and making her act fuckin’ stupid.
I didn’t like Jabari’s mama; that bitch was too motha fuckin’ shady for me, and that reason alone was why her ass couldn’t come around my daughter. I didn’t need those bad vibes around my child. Until then, I would allow Jabari to continue sending her pictures and videos of Jamaria.
Toddrick ‘Miami’ King
“Why you got that look on your face? Like you need this drink more than I do? I’m the one who just had to bury my ole boy today,” I said to Jabari, making conversation.
We were at a bar, but we were in the back, shooting pool. It was a little hole in the wall place where a lot of the old heads hung out, but I liked this specific place because of the music, the food, and the ambiance in general. Since that night that I got the call from the hospital about my father passing, I really haven’t been getting out of the house much. I only left the house to meet with the funeral home and make sure that everything was prepared for earlier today, which was his funeral.
The hardest thing that I think I had to do during all of this was pick out the suit that I wanted him to wear today. I swear, burying my father did nothing but force me to think about years ago when I had to bury my mother. Here I was, a grown man, who felt like I could pretty much handle everything that life could throw my way, but it’s a different type of hurt and pain to be parentless. Like, that shit fuckin’ hurts, especially because I grew up in a household all my fuckin’ life with both of my parents.
I was pretty sure that one day all of it would get easier, but I didn’t see that day coming any time soon.
“After we left the funeral today, I headed over to the shop with my wife. I had every intention of dropping her ass off to her mama with the baby, but Mahogany is so fuckin’ smart, and I can’t run game on shorty, so she insisted on coming. She knew the reason why I was trying to drop her off was that I was trying to keep her and Kenyatta from around each other. I work right next door to that girl, so I knew for a fact that she was going to be there today. It’s Saturday, and that fuckin’ shop be jumping on the weekends.
Like fuckin’ clockwork, the moment we pull up, Kenyatta brings her ass outside. Instantly, she started fuckin’ with my wife, asking her if she wanted to get a wig or some shit like that. Mahogany has been wanting to lay hands on Kenyatta since meeting that bitch, so it was only so much defusing of the situation that I would be able to do.
“Long story short, they got to fighting. Rolling around on the fuckin’ concrete and everything. Nigga, I got thoughts of popping up on that bitch, putting a fuckin’ gun to her head, and telling her to get the fuck out of Miami. I don’t like how these past few months, she’s been the topic of fuckin’ discussion in my motha fucka household. I got my wife out there fighting and shit. We in the first few months of our marriage, and I’m not trying to have this shit go downhill,” Jabari said in all seriousness with the pool stick in his hand.
I was leaning against the pool table with a small glass of Hennessy in my hands as I listened to him vent to me.
“Damn, nigga. If Mahogany beat the brakes off shorty, then maybe she’ll be smart enough to leave y’all the fuck alone,” I let him know.
“How is shit with you and your baby mama? She still seeing that nigga?” Jabari asked me.
Tahira wasn’t fuckin’ with me, and I honestly didn’t give a fuck. She didn’t have to fuck with me again a day in her life as long as she did what the fuck she had to do for our damn daughter. After I beat the brakes off her nigga, she let me know that he had packed up all the shit that he had at her house, took the ring from her, called off the wedding, and took his ass back to D.C and hasn’t come back yet. I didn’t know why the fuck she wanted to be with a nigga who was beating her ass any fuckin’ way. I had no regrets about doing what I’d done to him. You would think that her ungrateful ass would have been thanking a nigga from coming to her aid and helping her when she couldn’t help her damn self.
“Nah, he left her. I don’t want to talk about my baby mama. Every time her name is brought up these days, I get pissed all over again. Fighting and shit like that in front of my fuckin’ daughter,” I grumbled under my breath.
“I know that’s not motha fuckin’ Miami over there,” I heard a deep ass voice boom from behind me. A deep voice that sounded very familiar.
With the drink in my hand, I turned around and laughed when I saw who it was. It was my nigga Cortez, but the streets knew him as Boss. I met him years ago at a showing of the house that I currently live in. We were both there trying to bid on the same house. Two rich ass niggas who were ready and willing to put down whatever amount of money that we had to put down for that house, and our petty asses ended up flipping a coin. Heads had never let me down, so I went with heads, and that’s what it landed on. I’ve been enjoying that pretty ass mansion in Miami ever since.
Mind you, I didn’t even know Boss when all this shit was going down. Granted, I heard about him and his luxury apartments and condos that he had in the Miami and Fort Lauderdale area, but I didn’t personally know him. I didn’t believe in new friends, especially at my age, but something about another brotha making his money had pretty much started a friendship between the two of us. With his busy lifestyle along with mine, we barely had time to chop it up. Last time I saw Boss was a few months ago at the grand opening of his new townhomes.
“Look at this big ass nigga. What the fuck is you benching now, man? I used to be bigger than you,” I boasted as I pulled him into a brotherly hug.
He laughed at my statement while shaking his head.
“That’s that getting my ass up every fuckin’ morning and taking my ass downstairs in my gym and lifting until I feel like I’m about to break something. What’s good with you, man? I watched the fight on TV that you did a few months ago. I wanted to go, but it was my fiancee’s birthday that weekend. I begged the fuck out of her to let us go to Vegas for her birthday to watch the fight, but she wasn’t on that. You know how it goes with these spoiled ass fuckin’ women, man. Happy wife is a happy life,” he said, and I agreed with that shit.
“What you doing out here, though? I ain’t never see you in here shooting pool,” I asked.
“Shit, that’s because I don’t. I brought Winter here a couple of times when we first got together, and she likes the wings here. I was at home watching ESPN when she brought her as
s in the room, fuckin’ with me to come down here and get her some food. She pregnant, so I gotta give her whatever the fuck she wants,” he said.